10-15-2020, 11:10 AM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;opacity: 0.7;text-indent: 30px;"]Torsten liked to run around on the beach, collecting stones and other things that reminded him of turtles and tortoises. They were his favorite animal - something that he would tell anyone who asked, very proudly in fact - and he hoped to one day find a shell of one, long forgotten and sitting there, so he could put flowers in it, or even his stones and shells. One day.
Today the thing that reminded him of his favorite creatures was that of Eri, due to the color of the saltwater crocodile, and the skin that looked so much like a turtle. He sort of saw the scene that had unfolded moments before, but the small child had paid no attention to it. He wasn't in trouble, so there was no need to know what had happened, it didn't pertain to him, so he'd mind his own business for the most part. "Hi aunty Rosema!" The boy would speak out, unable to fully say the mutated felines name, so sticking with his own pronunciation for the time being. "Can I pet the long turtle?" He had no idea what Eri was, so he was a long turtle with no shell for now.
Today the thing that reminded him of his favorite creatures was that of Eri, due to the color of the saltwater crocodile, and the skin that looked so much like a turtle. He sort of saw the scene that had unfolded moments before, but the small child had paid no attention to it. He wasn't in trouble, so there was no need to know what had happened, it didn't pertain to him, so he'd mind his own business for the most part. "Hi aunty Rosema!" The boy would speak out, unable to fully say the mutated felines name, so sticking with his own pronunciation for the time being. "Can I pet the long turtle?" He had no idea what Eri was, so he was a long turtle with no shell for now.